Wufu's words aren't just polite chatter; under the blows of nature, humans are insignificant, and while we possess some things in this day and age, they're not quite enough compared to high-tech advances.
Even this tower ship we're on, it looks sturdy, but can it compare to the warships of the future?
Under the power of nature, some ships can't even withstand destruction, let alone this tower ship. If a storm hit fiercely, she really worries if this ship would fall apart.
"Don't worry, don't we have a great scholar claiming to have the Lucky God within him?" Wufu joked seeing Ah Jiu's tightly furrowed brow.
Yan Er got caught in the joke and said, "Why point the cannon at me!"
Wufu giggled, looked down, and suddenly asked, "What are they doing?"
Ah Jiu and Yan Er looked down simultaneously to see the deck below, where sailors had set up tables and altars, scattered rice, burned incense, burnt paper, and kowtowed, muttering devout prayers.
